Hiding in the hollows of yesterday, wanting to be alone
with nature, finding the essence of it's total being.
Splendid and enticing, breathing into the night air with
an invisible energy always held within.
Never perturbed as life drifts into corners of tomorrow,
blending right in with chords of E flat minor.
Touching the totality of tomorrow's enticing episodes
of togetherness through the years.
Sliding against the energy and alongside of curiosity,
leaving nothing behind or between them.
Finding an absolute power hidden within as I hide within
the hollows of nature.
Bounding limitlessly down inner trails of an interior
atmosphere of rhythm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every ounce within and every iota around us spells energy. We balance equally with nature. But to find that hidden power needs limitless soul and mind searching. Perfect note of transcendental equilibrium.